Love Out Of Lust Series

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Erotic Gallery January 30th, 2014 in Sepia - Stockings, Straps Shoes, Masks, and Nakedness

This is my third sepia erotic gallery. And in this photo, I'm posting pictures of erotic content, in women that are in heels, masks, stockings, straps, and pure nakedness.


"You are mine! I own your body."

The naked walk through the institution.

Mmmm... with or without lingerie? Either way, it looks good.

Baby, I want to see you wet.

Nothing turns a man on than a woman being completely naked.

...or in lingerie.

"Let's not reveal who we are, only display what we're about."

Sexy pose on the couch.

On a settee...

On the couch again...

Definitely ecstasy.

Behind The Main Characters To My Erotic Novel - About The Night Ride Home.

Hiyadoin? It's time to unveil the description of my characters to my anticipated novel of the 
Darla Loves Tyler Series.

Here we go...

Meet Tyler Jones

Tyler Jones is the hero of the story. When I developed this character, I had a hard time to decide how should Tyler appear, even what race. Originally, I thought about using this character as a description in my story - Carmine Giovinazzo 

The male characters I write aren't any alpha-male or dominating types, but I also shied away from describing a character in the likes of him, because I figured it was all too common, the way some authors describe their characters, either they have to cute, with blonde hair and blue eyes, muscular (which is nothing wrong with it), and dominating.

I wanted to break from the norm. My character is hip, very outgoing, but mature with his ways. And the character should be younger than the heroine. Like I said, break the norm.

It was then, I decided I wanted Tyler to be mixed race by October 2013; half black and half white. I like being different as an author. I wanted my description of Tyler to be a mature man with boyish looks to die for, and in my opinion, I think it would be nice to see someone with a different race, background, and the same man-like qualities. I didn't design him to be an asshole, but to be definitely male.
I painted him in the story to be a real catch; single, good-looking, laid-back, disciplined, independent, intriguing, well-mannered, and mature, also talented. He can cook, you know!

How did I come up with the name Tyler?

Well, Tyler was an easy, catchy name I picked up from one of my favorite cooking shows "Tyler's Ultimate" on Food Network, hosted by Tyler Florence.

And then, that's how I designed Tyler Jones to be a talented character. He loves to cook, and this man has the right kind of spark to wow any woman, especially Darla.

Meet Christine Darla Wright - Darla.

Christine Darla Wright is the purpose to my erotic novel "About The Night Ride Home". 

When I originally created her, I wanted to design the mischievous, bad-girl type for Tyler. She's not a criminal, but she's someone who gives Tyler the purpose in life. To say it short, she's the perfect soul-mate for him.

When I originally designed the heroine of the story, I was thinking of one of my most favorite actresses - Famke Janssen.

Let's just say, I had this admiration thing for the actress since I remembered the movie "Goldeneye"
She was that bad-girl, emancipated type I've always been attracted to. 

Christine is her given name, but Darla is the preferred name in the story. I definitely wanted to make her a modern-day goddess to other women, and I wanted her to be different; away from the other heroines in the story, who feel they need a man to guide her. I painted Darla as a woman who's been through it all; married to a rich man, divorced, in a lesbian relationship, and alone. She's done things in her past that she's not proud of, but I want this woman to be confident about her life. 

Of course, I want her to be sexual -- very sexual, but realistically a confident woman.

However, I wanted her appearance to be not like the actress Famke Janssen, because Darla is younger (no disrespect to Famke. I gots love for you); despite the fact that she's older than Tyler by four years. 

There's one thing, I wanted Darla Wright to have the knowledge of - fashion. 

I was mixing her resemblance of Anne Hathaway in "The Devil Wear's Prada", where she expresses her knowledge of fashion, but I also want to explain the story of why she never pursued her career as a model.

I will introduce Olivia Grey as one of the characters, but much later on.

How did I come up with the name Darla?

One of my favorite series to date was Angel. However, the t.v. series Angel originated from 
"Buffy The Vampire Slayer Series", and Darla began from there.

Of course the character Darla, played by Julie Benz, was a blonde. The Darla in the story is a brunette. However, I really loved the sensual, seductive ways of her that described 'bad-girl and naughty', and I wanted to incorporate it with the heroine in the story.

Now, there you have it. The two main characters in my story "About The Night Ride Home."

Looking to schedule in late 2014.

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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

I Refuse To Be Part Of The Norm... I Write Erotic Romance - Interracial Erotic Romance.

I’m an erotic romance writer is what I tell them, but what most people don’t know is that all of my stories, except one, consist of interracial characters. I always wonder why do some naysayers have a problem with stories that contain interracial hero/heroines? I remembered the time I first published my ebook “Their First Night Together.” I received some criticism about my characters. I would have understood about my writing structure, because I had no one who wanted to help me edit my book, I was new to the scene, and my writing style was totally different three to four years ago, but I’ll never forget when one woman asked, “What color is the man?”

When I described a guy to have a high-top fade, I’m sure it’s easy to understand that the male character of the story is black, but at first I thought I was being vague in my story, until I heard otherwise that she wondered why did the character had to be black. I flat out told her, with my attitude of course, that I wanted my character that way.

I’ve always been a fan of interracial romance. I’m in one. My nationality is Puerto Rican, but my skin color is black. My girl is white, and her nationality is mixed too, but should it matter about the characters I write are interracial? It’s bad enough that the real world is a problem, but when the fantasy world has a problem of what color is the hero of the story, and the heroine, I must say… what the fuck is wrong with you?

Even when I wrote the story in 2011 “About The Night Ride Home,” which was never published, but re-written, I never thought of color as the factor, but it wasn’t until last year, when all I saw were posters of women going for the typical blonde hair, blue eyes, with abs of a god, and looks to die for. I had to say to myself, that’s not the way the world works. The world is not flat. I never even described the male character of the story, except he has boyish-looks for women to die for. If the color of his skin should matter to make you read my book, then you’re not a potential fan of my work. And those readers I can do without.

I will soon unveil the pictures of my main characters to my anticipated novel “About The Night Ride Home.” The heroine of the story is white, but I decided that the male character of the story is going to be mixed race, both black and white. I first chose this photo, because it was the most erotic and intimate photo I enjoyed seeing, and it set my muse in writing my story, but I’ve decided to go for something more, because I’ve noticed a lot of erotic authors, particularly by women going for the men who are just typical; good-looking, muscularly built, blue eyes, blonde or long black hair, and white. Now, nothing against it, but I don’t see the world that way, and I like to be unusual about my characters. It’s fiction. I can create my characters the way I want them to be. I don’t want to be an author whose going to cater to readers if they won’t read my books. I want to cater to the ones who will read my stories; even if I’m not the best-seller or have a big audience. I want to be different, and I want all my characters to be unique and different.

In the real world, I’ve known white women who won’t go for white men, and white men who won’t go for white women. It’s the same for black men/women, Hispanic men/women, and Asian men/women, etc. I want to cater to that audience if they’re interested in reading my work. Love has no particular color; just like death. Everyone falls in love, and there is that special someone, regardless of the color of their skin.

I read an article written by Michel Prince, a romance author, and I believe she writes erotic romance as well. She wrote about the disappointments in interracial erotica. I want her to feel proud, and not listen to naysayers about her content. What she is doing is passion, and she shouldn’t feel shunned away from those people. I understand the frustration and sometimes the annoyance of some readers who criticize. Most never wonder if a black man can play the hero in the story, and I ask those readers this: Show me where the rules apply that a hero must have a particular color, and I’m going to show you how full of shit you are. Heroes come in all forms of human life. The problem is it’s the way society portrays the image of a hero. Some may not think a person of a different color or ethnicity can be good-looking and appealing. Everyone must fit the stereotypes. Well, I beg to differ.

I’m proud of being an author of erotica, and erotic romance. I appreciate erotica in many form, and I love interracial romance. I choose not to put my stories in the interracial romance categories, because I believe love is colorblind. And if love is colorblind then
let’s leave the imagination to the reader. All I ask is don’t frown on my work because you don’t approve the ethnicity or race of my characters, and they’re with a white man/woman; rate my work on the overall of the story. Did I leave you a satisfied reader?

Stay tuned for the unveil of my main characters to “About The Night Ride Home.”

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Saturday AfterDark Moments - 01/25/2014: Darla's Pleasure

What's up, and we're back! Saturday's AfterDark moment is finally up and running, and we're making it really saucier -- well, I am.

It's here, where author post a snippet anywhere between 100 - 500 words, along with their inspired erotic picture. 

Here's what I have in store for you.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on Darla.” Tyler sat on the bed as he watched as she Darla’s hand rubbing over her sweet core. She was turning him on.

Darla had the most serene expression. Tyler imagined how mad with lust her body was. The way she sighed, had his mouth water with pure excitement. She stimulated her quivering body and caressed the left side of head and breast, while Tyler stimulated his fully erect shaft. There were so many impure thoughts running inside his head, he almost forgot who he was.

Moments later, he was unable to take the torment any longer. He went over and grabbed Darla’s hips and pulled her forward until her pussy was up against her face. His tongue plunged inward; Darla moaned wildly to his skillful tongue. His hands caressed her ass, kneading it until his fingers found its way to the crack of her ass, until the tip of his finger penetrated inside her anus.

He worked on her nub, until her hips bucked wildly. Darla soon orgasm, while she wrapped her legs around his shoulders in a frenzy motion. Tyler would have continued lick on her clit, but he sensed her body was becoming too sensitive from her orgasm. He pulled away and looked at her rapture expression.

“Oh my god Tylerl!” Darla sighed as her breasts heaved like a waves. “I’ve never felt that before!”

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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Erotic Gallery January 22nd, 2014

Hi. It's time for another segment of my erotic gallery, in sepia tone.

Today's Gallery is going to be all about lingerie, and the everyday uses in lingerie.

All pictures are assumed to be public domain. I claim no credit for them.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - 01/21/2014: Wrong Number

Hey guys, what's up? Sorry I've been late. I've been catching up on a lot of sleep. I realized when you need sleep you really need sleep. But today, I'm hosting my 200 word Tantalizing Tuesday, based on my two favorite characters - Darla & Tyler. 


Darla’s phone beeped next to her. And Darla picked up her smart phone to check it. It was a naughty text from Tyler.

I’m cumming home.

Darla was excited to hear that news. He’d been working at Estella’s all day as the department manager. Darla was dying to get him out of his clothes, throw him on the bed, and ride him hard until someone called the cops to file a noise complaint.

She was so anxious to get back to him, she dialed his number and waited to for the call to go through. Darla rose up her dark-grey sweater and slipped her hand under her panties to rub her moisten center. It was aching all evening long.

“Oh god, I want to fuck you so bad! Come home quick!”

There was a man’s voice on the other line; definitely not Tyler’s. His reply was, “Wow, thank you but you go the wrong number.”

She gave an awkward look of disbelief. “Wrong number?”

“Yep.” The man hung up.

Darla looked at her phone display, and realized Tyler’s name wasn’t displaying on her phone. She actually dialed the wrong number manually, thinking to herself how embarrassing it was for her.

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Saturday, January 18, 2014

Erotic Short Story: Darla & Tyler's New Year

Hey, what's up? I'm trying to remember the last time I posted some short erotic stories on here, and it's been a while. So, here's a short erotic story, regarding my two favorite characters - Darla & Tyler. This short story is not part of my anticipated novel, but I have so much love for my characters that I want to provide short snippets about them.

Enjoy this 2k story: Darla & Tyler's New Year; a short about the two coming home from a New Year's party to have pure, unadulterated sex at home.

Darla and Tyler entered the apartment on early New Year’s morning. They stumbled happily after Tyler closed the door behind them. They were coming out of a party at a club in downtown Portland to see their friend DJ Wheely spinning on the one’s and two’s. The party was so hype, Darla and Tyler weren’t the only ones partying together; they partied with their friends and co-workers, while their good friend Nikito bartended at the club, serving them drinks and some extra hook-ups.
Darla was tipsy, but more she was aroused by a great time she had as they rang in the year 2014 together. When the ball dropped in the club, they spent the first five minutes making out in the club, in front of good friends. Karla kept taking pictures, while Lisa, Stacy, and Jiro teased them for making too much of a scene. After the party ended, the gang remained at the club, until four o’clock in the morning; way past the required closing time for the club, but it was New Year’s. Surely, they wouldn’t mind making an exception in Portland.
Tyler kicked off his shoes, and opened his dress shirt. He appeared exhausted, but happy to enjoy such a wonderful New Year’s Eve. Darla watched him take off his clothes and immediately a grin was cracked on her face – a mischievous grin. She watched him undress, and the arousal was building in her. They’ve known each other for ten years, been together for almost eight, and until that day, he still had the most gorgeous, young looks and a muscular body. She had been her best friend and lover, always there for her when she needed him, and the most sincere faithful man. This was the man she truly loved.
She watched him place his shirt over the backrest of an office chair, by the computer, and Tyler looked up, as if he sensed something from her.
He froze and gave a silly grin, when he asked, “What?”
She walked over seductively. He wasn’t completely shirtless, but he looked wonderful under his gray tank top shirt. She couldn’t help the crave of running her fingers across his body. The thought alone left a wonderful ache in her center. She wanted him – badly!

She spoke in tone of seduction. “Since we’re finally alone, I was thinking of kicking off the year doing something more than just making out.”
Tyler blushed as he chuckled. “We’re finally alone. We could do anything we want now.”
She gave her most wicked grin. “I know.” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his lips. “That time in the club, when we made out, I wanted to do it with you somewhere private.” She sighed breathlessly. “Too bad there were that many people.”
He shook his head and laughed. “It’s never stopped you before.”
“I know.” She kissed him again. “It was way too crowded, and no where to hide for privacy.”
Tyler ran his fingers through her hair softly. Darla rested her head on his shoulder as she felt his warm embrace around her curves.
“We’re in the privacy of our own home.”
“Then why haven’t you undress me?” She asked as she looked up and met with his eyes.
There was an air of seduction between them. The two inched closer and kissed. Their kiss started out soft, but soon turned lustful. Their kisses were so hot and ravenous, Darla was building a moisture in her center. She wanted to get out of her clothes and fuck him now. There was this need building in her since she put on her sexy black dress. Darla was planning on a naughty New Year’s Eve with Tyler at the club, even when they hung around for after hours. She wanted to take him some place private, and have sex with him, but their friends kept talking to them, and they were side-tracked. Now that she was finally home alone with him, she wanted to him to rip her clothes off, throw her on the couch and pound the living shit out of her. She was down for anything with him, sexually.
Darla moaned into his kisses. She felt his hand slide across her back as she felt the zipper move slowly down. She could feel the cool reveal from her skin, causing the delicious aches in her center to grow stronger. By now, Tyler has slipped her dress past down her shoulders.
She pulled away and undid the rest of her dress. Tyler, himself, undid his belt buckle, while she stole some glances at him. She was looking forward to this moment; the two sharing some passionate sex on the first day of the year.
There they were; half-naked. Tyler took a step closer and kissed her. The pheromones of his kiss, with the mixture of alcohol was tantalizing for Darla to savor. They did a lot of shots together, and amazingly, they were feeling horny for each other.
“Turn around.” he whispered in her ear, in a breathy growl.
Darla turned herself in front of him. She was in her lacy black underwear and matching black bra
when she felt his fingers slip across her sensuous curves. She was intrigued by his touch. His hands were warm, calloused, and strong. She may have been older than him by a few years, but the way he touched her made her feel younger every minute.
Tyler began kissing her neck, softly. Then started licking the side of her neck. The sensations of his tongue felt so good. She felt another set of moisture building inside her. The sensations could have tickled her, but it felt so good. She began to let herself to go the sensuality by unhooking the clasp of her bra. She wanted more than his hands along the side of her curves. She could feel her nipples peak through her bra, just dying to be touched.
She opened her bra, and let her breast fall freely. In an instant, his warm hand covered her luscious breast. She wanted Tyler to feel how hard her nipples were, she placed her hands on top of his to guide his touch to her anxious nipples.
Tyler gave a squeeze. Oh my god! They felt so good for her. His squeezes were firm and arousing! At the same time, she felt his kisses on her neck which caused her to grind her ass on his harden cock. She felt how hard and ready he was for her. His cock was behind his boxers shorts, but it rest nicely on her ass, perfectly. If only she could reach back there and get a feel of his fleshy member.
She reached her hand behind her, and slipped inside his boxer shorts. His cock was long, hard, and throbbing at full attention. Darla caressed his entire shaft as she thought about how bad she wanted him inside her. All the lustful thoughts went through her mind, and all the lustful memories came to her with the reason why she loved him too. She couldn’t remember the number of times they’ve had sex together, but every sexual encounter was always enjoyable.
Darla felt his hand move across her soft, smooth tummy, all the way inside her lacy panties. His hand cupped her clean shaven mound, leaving her to moan into desire. She heard Tyler groan under his breath. She wasn’t sure if he was intrigued by the way she massaged his cock, or how wet she really was for him. She was equally fulfilled with the foreplay pleasure.
 “Mmm...” She moaned and managed to turn around to face him. “Let’s go on the couch and fuck.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.” He growled jokingly.
“You bring the dirty talk out of me.” She replied.
Tyler didn’t utter a word. He nodded when she got on the gray leather sofa, and kneeled for him to come over. She extended out her arm, and moved her finger playfully for him to come over. Tyler pulled down his boxers and peeled off his socks. When he got on the couch, the two shared a kiss, passionately.
Their kiss was so intense. Darla moaned with surrender to the lustful affections she received. She felt his hands cupping her tits together, and then his kisses moved past her neck, all the way down to her nipples. Tyler began sucking on her nipples furiously. His sucks quickly turned into nibbles and soft bites on her peaks. The way he sucked on her nipples had her anxious of where else his tongue would be useful.
And then, it was like he read her mind. He pulled away and leaned her body backwards to rest on the leather sofa. Tyler pulled down her underwear in the process and tossed her underwear aside. She watched in anticipation as he moved his hand across her clean shaven sex. Tyler, without hesitation, dove his face into her pussy.
The first sensations she felt had her arching her body. She let out a loud gasp of pleasure. The way his tongue moved around her clit had her hand gripping his hair wildly. She watched helplessly as he attacked her wanton center, causing her to grind her pussy all over his face. The sensations were building, but not strong. She couldn’t help but caress her breast when Tyler suddenly stopped.
She looked up and watch him hold his cock in his hand. She couldn’t wait for him to stick his shaft in her. It was all what she wanted all night long, during the party. But before she could feel his length, they shared one more kiss, this time more ravenous than before, and without warning, she felt the tip of his cock slip inside her.
Darla gasped when his cock all the way inside her walls of pleasure. She felt Tyler rocking himself on top of her. His body was filled with so much heat and stamina, she watched desperately as his cock slipped in and out of her pussy rapidly. The sight was totally amazing for her, and she loved the sensations he was giving her.
His rhythm was nice and consistent, but he slowed down as he continued to pump her with hard strokes. She wrapped her hands around the sides of his waist, gripping his nails into his hardened flesh.
Her need to cum was hard to resist. She placed her hands over her clit, and started rubbing herself. She knew Tyler loved it when she masturbated, especially during sex. It drove him crazy out of lust when she orgasm. There was a sensation growing, and it was becoming intense. Her moans grew louder, and Tyler’s rhythm was becoming stronger.
Her hand gripped on the sofa when she felt a wave of pleasure taking over. She rubbed herself furiously until she bucked and cried out in orgasm. The feeling was so intense, in her mind, she was hoping he would come to meet her pleasure. It was more ultimate when the two came together, but when her orgasm passed, Tyler didn’t come; not just yet. However, his body was glistened with sweat, and she loved it very much.
“Oh baby... please cum!”
“I’m almost there...” he panted. “but let me turn you around.”
There was another position she loved very much – doggystyle. She was able to feel all of him inside her, and loved the way he slammed himself into her.
Tyler got off her, and the two switched positions. Darla leaned her body over the ledge of the sofa and waited for Tyler to get behind her. She felt his cock push inside her, and Darla could feel his entire length fill her. She felt the warmth of his hands on her back as his body slammed into hers.
Tyler’s thrusts were both strong and purposeful, causing her ass to smack against his body. Then, she heard his breathing grow intense. His thrusts were rapid, but when she heard him howl, he started to slow his speed, and felt a hot rush of cum shoot inside her walls. While she felt his cock pulsate in her, she rolled her eyes up in relief of pleasure. Regardless, if they came together or not, she enjoyed the feeling of his orgasm inside her; it was a euphoric feeling from him.
Tyler was now spent, but he remained inside her, while he leaned forward and kissed her back affectionately. She was cooling off from the intense sex, but Darla loved the feeling his warm kisses on her cooled back.
Then she felt his tongue slide across her back. It made her shiver, but she couldn’t help giggling to the pleasure.
She purred. “Happy New Year Tyler! I needed that.”
“Me too,” he responded. “Happy New Year Darla.”
“Mmmm.... I hope we weren’t too loud for our neighbor Peaches.”
He chuckled, knowing how many times their neighbor had heard them having sex. “You think he’ll care if we had loud, hard sex on New Year’s Day?”
“I don’t think he’s going to care.”
Tyler got off her, and help Darla off the couch. The two held each other with a soft embrace and kissed one more time. Then he suggested, “What do you say we take a shower together and watch the sunrise, before we go to bed.”
“We still have more of that vodka in the cabinet?”
“We never opened the bottle.”
Darla gave a soft smile when she kissed him. “I love you Tyler.”
“I love you too.”


Thursday, January 16, 2014

Erotic Gallery: January 16, 2014

It's been a little while since I've been on here.
In this gallery, I'm going to post some wonderful erotic pics in Sepia tone.
These pictures are so intriguing, it's the reason why I enjoy writing erotica.

A romantic thought, while enjoying the fruits of love.

Let the naughtiness begin.

We bathe together, let the exploration begin.

The comfort of his calloused hand all over her breast.

Just a taste of what your body offers.

Kiss me!

Such a naughty pose.

Mmmmm... she feels so sexy!


Just stay there... show me... your lustrous body.

Just take them off, slowly.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - 01/07/2014: Conflict Scene

Happy New Year to my fellow authors at Tantalizing Tuesdays on Facebook. 
Yes, it's been so long, since I've been busy with AfterDark Online and my writing projects for 2014. 

Today, I'm featuring a tease of my erotic series -  Love Out Of Lust. 

In this scene, Daryl faces off with Marisol's ex-boyfriend - Jose, and things are about to get ugly.

Love Out Of Lust - Part Three: A weekend of happiness and content between Daryl and Marisol was promising, but they’re not out of the woods yet. Marisol keeps getting harassed by her ex-boyfriend Jose, and Daryl is now caught in the middle of it. When a confrontation between Daryl and Jose rises, things get ugly.

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“Yo, Daryl.” Jose, a young, short, light-skinned Hispanic kid in a blue winter jacket and wearing an LA Dodgers baseball cap, approached him with a macho stance. “I want to talk to you.”
Daryl was in no mood for his bullshit. He shook his head, annoyed, “What do you want, Jose? I ain’t got time for this.”
Jose stepped up to him. “What were you doing with my girl at the laundromat?”
Daryl froze. He wondered what else Jose knew. Yet, he wasn’t going to back down; Marisol broke up with him. Apparently Jose didn’t take the message very well.
“Your girl?” Daryl asked. “She broke up with you.”
Daryl was suddenly surrounded by Jose’s friends – a tall, light-skinned Hispanic man wearing an army jacket on his left; a tan-skinned Hispanic man, wearing a Steelers jacket on the right. He knew how this was going to go down for him; Daryl’s nerves started to get the better of him.
“She broke up with me?” Jose approached. His expression was very intimidating. “So, does that give you the right to hug up on her in the laundromat? I bet you were fucking her behind my back!”
“She’s not your girl anymore. You don’t own her.”

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